At this moment, there is a red turban army on the side, and Gao Ling, who has already let go of everything in his heart, although he has no martial arts, he still follows everyone and smashes it towards Yuan Bing's body with a wooden stick. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

However, there are 2,000 sailors in the Yuan army, and these dozens of people are not enough to see at all, although several generals of the Red Turban Army are brave and extraordinary, but the rest of the villagers, without any tactics, fight indiscriminately, and cause no harm to the Yuan soldiers at all.

"Protect the villagers!"

More and more people gathered by the Yuan soldiers, and Li Xingze found that several villagers had fallen to the ground, and hurriedly shouted.

The generals nodded to each other, and unanimously protected the villagers of Jiangzui Village in the center, and the Red Turban Army led by Li Xingze surrounded them in a circle.

At present, the Red Turban Army has quietly dived into Taibai Lake, secretly snatching the boat from the water, and it is estimated that it will take a while to rush to the rescue.

The Yuan army relied on the large number of people, and they had already surrounded these dozens of people in the middle.

Personal martial arts, where can it be compared to the army battle array, although these soldiers are naval troops, but they are also trained soldiers, and they were raided just now, and they only lost more than 100 people.

Seeing that the soldiers were holding bright scimitars, the cold light was shining, and they were slowly advancing up, and the dozens of people who were besieged in the middle retreated and the steps became smaller and smaller, and they were already leaning close together.

"Senior nephew, is there any good way?" Ding Pulang stared nervously at the approaching Yuan Jun and asked in a low voice.

There are only a few dozen people, and it is not easy to kill from nearly 2,000 people, except for those who are skilled, they may escape, but there are dozens of unarmed villagers.

A cold light flashed in Li Xingze's eyes, and at this time, he was full of pride in his heart, and shouted: "The Red Turban Army is a righteous army, and it is the duty of our Han people to protect the villagers, and we must not retreat!" ”

As a disciple of Peng Yingyu, Ding Pulang has been following the preacher all the year round, and when he heard this, his waist straightened a lot, and the corners of his mouth showed a resolute smile, and he echoed loudly: "Protect the villagers!" ”

The rest of the generals hurriedly shouted: "Protect the villagers!" ”

Zhang Junbao secretly exchanged looks with several generals, and still unconsciously quietly leaned over to Li Xingze's side.

The Yuan army is still unclear, it turned out that it was these red turban troops who led the villagers to rebel, and even without the slightest hesitation, they killed the generals one after another.

......

"Big brother, I have found out the whereabouts of that Zhou Ziwang's evil seed!" Zong Kai walked in and hurriedly praised him.

As the deputy envoy of the left and right of the Buddha, Zong Yun, the Zong Kai brothers, since they got the whereabouts of Zhou Boyan, chased all the way from Dadu to Jiangnan, and have been on Jiqing Road for many days.

"Oh?"

Zong Yun thought of the hard work of this journey, gritted his teeth and said, "Where is it?" ”

Zong Kai sneered: "That kid is hiding in the kiln at the moment, thinking that he is hiding very well, who would know, we have scattered so many people on Jiqing Road, it is too easy to find an outsider to come out!" ”

In order to get the bones of Emperor Lizong of the Song Dynasty, according to the news from the rivers and lakes, the soldiers were divided into two ways and marched south, and the envoys were taking the Bianliang Road, and the left and right deputy envoys were taking the Changzhou Road.

The bones of Emperor Song who suppressed the dragon vein of the Han people were only one body left.

At this time, Zhou Boyan's whereabouts were already known, but Zong Yun calmed down, pondered for a moment, and suddenly asked, "The Red Turban Army didn't send anyone else this time, right?" ”

The Red Turban Army, which is in the same vein as Zhou Boyan, is nothing more than Xu Shouhui's department.

Zong Kai laughed and said: "Big brother, your worries are a little redundant, this time Kuanche will join forces with He Sinan to exterminate that Zou Lao Dao according to the sect leader's intentions!" ”

The provincial marshal and the king of Weishun joined forces, and the Red Turban Army was an immortal at this time, and he had no time to be separated, and I have to say that Zhou Boyan deserved to be unlucky.

Before Zong Yun could finish nodding, Zong Kai then wondered, "Why didn't the eight sects of the Dao Sect move at all this time?" ”

Isn't that good?

Zong Yun glanced at Zong Kai and said dissatisfiedly: "With the two of us, it's okay to deal with others, if you meet that Qingwei Zhao old ghost, you can only run away!" ”

Zong Kai hurriedly echoed: "Big brother, speaking of Old Ghost Zhao, when will the sect leader personally deal with it!" ”

Shijiao secretly suppressed a lot of Song Emperor bones, and when Zhao Yizhen learned about it, it was too late, but now the last one is missing, and no one dares to take it lightly.

Zong Yun smiled bitterly: "The sect leader is not free for the time being, he has to assist His Majesty in handling state affairs, and most of the court discussions are now in trouble because of the affairs of the Red Turban Army!" ”

Thinking of the sect leader's busyness, the two couldn't help but feel ashamed of themselves, and the arrest of Zhou Boyan had been delayed for so long.

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Xu Shouhui was a little restless at the moment, and kept moving around the hall with his hands in his hands, and said anxiously: "He Sinan has already assembled, why hasn't there been any news from Li Xiaozi's side?" ”

Although Zou Pusheng was also a little anxious, out of trust in his apprentice, he glanced at the flustered Marshal Xu, and said dissatisfiedly: "What are you anxious about, the Red Turban Army from all walks of life will arrive soon, and I believe that it will be taken in the near future!" ”

As long as the Yang is conquered, the navy can move to Hanchuan to fight the Yuan army, where the waterways are complicated and conducive to battle.

Xu Shouhui has few soldiers here, and the territory has not been greatly expanded, so this time he attracted He Sinan's attention, I am afraid that he came for the secret of the mausoleum.

Zou Pusheng suddenly looked up and said, "Do you think we will win?" ”

Xu Shouhui was suddenly stunned, since the incident, he has been defeated many times, and he has lived a life of fleeing in all directions, and it is after taking this Huangzhou that life has gradually improved.

He Sinan is a fierce man, and Kuan Che Buhua is a cunning old opponent, before occupying Huangzhou, Xu Shouhui never thought that there would be such a comfortable life.

Xu Shouhui closed his eyes and said slowly: "In the eighth year of Zhengzheng, we listened to Patriarch Peng's preaching, and until now, three years have passed!" ”

Xu Shouhui's eyes gradually moistened, after three years, he finally had a foundation, and his subordinates were like clouds, and when he was about to climb to the highest peak, he was noticed by Kuan Che Buhua and others who had a ghost in their hearts.

Zou Pusheng was also full of emotion in his heart at this moment, and Lao Huai comforted: "Fortunately, with Li Xiaozi, otherwise Kuanche would have come to us for trouble half a year ago!" ”

Thinking of Li Xingze's trembling small body that day, in order to be able to eat with him, he had to join the Red Turban Army, Zou Pusheng looked at the apricot tree outside the door.

At that time, the yellow and green apricot leaves were dotted, but now, they are dead and dead, lifeless.

Neither of them could speak at the moment, looking at the silent courtyard outside the door.

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In the early morning, Zhao Pusheng ordered all the soldiers in the city to put on their clothes, and planned to go out of the city to meet the Yuan army.

Zhao Pusheng looked at the soldiers standing with straight waists in front of him, nodded with satisfaction, and said slowly and loudly: "Since the day I became an army in Huangzhou, there has been no misuse. At this moment, Li Junshi and they are resisting the Yuan army alone, but we are here as shrunken turtles, should we? ”

"No, no!" The soldiers of the Huangzhou Red Turban Army raised their weapons one after another and shouted loudly.

Zhao Pusheng nodded with satisfaction, immediately stared at the big eyes, and ordered viciously: "Go out of the city to kill those cowards, go to support Li Junshi, if you dare to fight without forgiveness!" ”

When they learned that Li Xingze and the others were facing the Yuan army alone, the Huangzhou Red Turban Army suddenly screamed and rushed out of Hanyang City.

Igulun, who had just come out of the military tent, yawned, this city has been besieged for several days, and the Red Turban Army in Hanyang City has not moved at all, and he is a little impatient to wait.

Before he could stretch his waist, he heard the shouts of killing from far and near, and hurriedly asked, "What's the matter?" ”

The Yuan army in the fence of the big camp, no one would have thought that the Red Turban Army would be killed at this moment, and in a panic, they hurriedly responded to the battle, and many people picked up their bows and arrows and shot out of the fence.

The Huangzhou Red Turban Army was like a tiger descending from the mountain, with a face that was not afraid of arrows flying from time to time, and climbed over the wooden fence one after another, and rushed into the Yuan army camp in one go.

"Kill!"

The first to rush was Zhao Pusheng, who was riding on a horse, holding two knives, dancing in a ball, swinging down from time to time, cutting down the archers of the Yuan army to the ground one by one.

The soldiers of the Huangzhou Red Turban Army are like a long rainbow running through the sun, continuous like a storm and waves, surging, impacting the Yuan army that fled in all directions.

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The generals of the Red Turban Army guarding the periphery of the villagers had a few traces of blood on their bodies, and they were constantly panting.

It seemed that knowing that the warship had been captured, the Yuan army, which was surrounded by everyone, was desperate and frantically rushed up.

Li Xingze stabbed his sword into Ming Yuanbing's body, kicked it away, and glanced at Hua Shaofeng and the others around him, who were already sweating profusely at this moment.

Seeing the scars of Hua Shaofeng and others, Li Xingze couldn't bear to say, "It's not serious, right?" ”

Ding Pulang preemptively smiled and said: "It's not in the way, it's all skin trauma!" As soon as the words fell, he waved his knife with his backhand and put down another Yuan soldier.

"Kill"

Zhang Junbao, who was swimming on the periphery, shouted, he didn't dare to slack off, facing the close approach of the Yuan army, his footsteps did not stop at all, one move after another, blocking most of the Yuan soldiers in front of Li Xingze.

Li Xingze had already caught a glimpse of the blood stains on Zhang Junbao's robe, and he was a little worried in his heart, so he shouted loudly, rose into the air, and swept out with a sword.

With one force, he directly cut off the head of the famous soldier and rolled to the ground.

"Mom"

The nearby Yuan soldiers dodged one after another, Zhang Junbao took this opportunity to kick out, and several Yuan soldiers fell to the ground in response, creating a small open space.

Before he could catch his breath, the Yuan soldiers behind him rushed forward again.

At this moment, all the soldiers of the Red Turban Army were wounded, and although the villagers behind the Red Turban Army wielded sticks to assist, they did not play a role.

Gao Ling saw that the Yuan soldiers did not relax the siege of Ding Pulang at all, and seeing that he was about to be injured again, he was in a hurry, and swung his stick to kill everyone, thinking of the cruelty of the Yuan soldiers, anger filled his entire chest, and rushed out blindly.

"Tall man, be careful!"

Suddenly Gao Ling rushed into the crowd of Yuan troops in front of him to resist for himself, Ding Pulang hurriedly exclaimed.

Before he could swing his stick a few times, he was inserted into his body by the weapons that came from all over the Yuan soldiers, and blood spurted out from the corners of Gao Ling's mouth, but he still held the weapons inserted in his body, stepped forward, and forced his body to carry away several Yuan soldiers.

Gao Ling smiled slightly, glanced at the Red Turban Generals, and fell to the ground. (To be continued.) )